The Artist And The Reader(incomplete)

The Artist And The Reader(incomplete)

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"Are you out of your God damn mind!" I screamed at him. He gave an angry look. "Me? What about you? Your the one who was flirting with Caleb, going off to god knows where to hook up!" "Flirting!? This is completely different! And for the record, I wasn't flirting" He glared some more and took a step forward "how is this any different?" "You beat the shit out of your friend!" Noah glared even harder "he's not my friend" he looked behind me, at the others " he's yours and in fact your not my friend Devon, your none of our friend you're just some girl who showed and told us her life story" he leaned in and got super close to my face. "We've all lost someone, your not special, your no one" After I didn't say anything, he stared at me for a long time before doing exactly what I thought he would do. He walked away.
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